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Ambrose followed him to retreive the ball, and then back to the edge of the sands where he picked up his water bottle, squirting the liquid into his open jaws a few times before responding.

"No kidding. That was wonderful. And hell, maybe we could even see about getting enough people interested. I don't know if we would have enough for two FULL teams, but at least enough for some good games!"

The grin stayed on his face, and he felt very good fromt he excercize and the challenge. He slapped Thom's hand into a shake. "And you have yourself a deal. I would definately enjoy the change of pace. And maybe I can even wrestle you into a fencing mask and stick an epee in your hand now and then to see how you fare in my territory." He smirked, taking another draught of the water.

Ambrose grinned and tossed the water bottle at him after closing the nozzle. "There you go - and you can keep it, there's plenty available." He stooped to pick up the epee, tucking it carefully under his arm.

"I bet more people would be interested in it, even if they're not usually the sporty types. After you've been here for a while things like the television room and whatnot get a bit droll. Maybe post fliers or soemthing, we could get interested people and try to get something going." HE smiled, the notion seeming interesting and exciting. Already he started visualizing people who would enjoy it. People like Colche who was also probably well built for it, and might enjoy something like that. Or perhaps it was something he and Angelina could do together as well. HIs ears pricked as he thought about it.

"And great! I'm in duplex One. Easy to remember." He smirked, lauging at the look of distaste in regards to fencing. "Well, it's a change of pace - and only fair if you're allowed to hand me my a** in soccer.... sorrry, Football." He winked.

"Anyway, it was great meeting you! I think I better head back and hit the shower before I become any more offensive to the nose."

Ambrose gave him a final wave before trotting back down the path that led to the duplexes.

Although Nita had intended to go back to sleep after breakfast, she was too distracted and worried about the new girl, Natsumi. The poor girl had taken a nasty fall, even if she hadn't seemed to have injured herself. After a couple of hours of fitful sleep, Nita dragged herself out of bed. Maybe a distraction would help; or at least getting out of her duplex.

For the first time since her transformation, Nita pulled on her bathing suit instead of wearing jeans and a tanktop for her trips to the beach. She grabbed her towel, shut her door without bothering to lock it, and set out along the track to the western side of the island.

She walked barefoot along the water's edge, the beginnings of pads on her feet having acquired a nice callus, looking for shells and the occasional tidepool.

Nita spotted a reclining figure not far away, although she didn't recognize him at once. With her sizable collection of shells wrapped in her towel, she approached him quietly, enjoying the feeling of wet sand under her feet and the cool water swirling around her ankles.

It wasn't until she saw the bandage on his forehead that Nita realized who it was. Hopefully by now the guy had run into a few other islanders, more changed and better at explaining what was going on than she was. "Hey..." she said tentatively, once she was only a yard or so away.

Nita nodded and shifted her bundle of towel. Oh good. This time he wasn't giving her the 'freak look,' so apparently he had figured out that she wasn't crazy.

She smiled slightly and shrugged. "It's okay. I know it's awfully hard to believe."

"Ahhh," she said. "That would do it... Ambrose especially." Nita shrugged again, accepting the apology, but also understanding exactly how weird the whole situation was.

"The first person I met here thought I was a friend of hers from back home, and came running at me." Nita laughed at the memory. "She's turning into a mongoose, but she's got horns of some sort as well." She shook her head, a wry smile on her face. "Definitely hard to swallow but, unfortunately, it's all too true."

Nita's white brow quirked, not missing the brief scowl on Thom's face. "It suits her though, somehow," she said. "I can't really imagine what she looked like before." Nita flushed slightly, feeling a bit weird talking about Lauren like that.

Thom's final statement caused her to pause for a moment. "If you're here... you're here for good. Some people have been here since last August."

"I'll take your word for it," he replied dryly, not exactly understanding how being furry could suit anyone. "I really can't imagine what she must look like no--" He abruptly fell silent as a... horned mongoose barreled past him and all but tackled Nita in a hug, one brow shooting up as he played witness to the kiss on the cheek. Well, well.

"...Your horned mongoose, I presume, Nita?"